Tomorrow's my first finals in uni. Every uni student has to go through this. Every uni student comes out with a grade. Every uni student wanna do their best and beat the bell curve.
Some will come out victorious. Some will come out weeping. Definitely. Someone has to lose. And no one wants to be that someone.
But it really doesn't matter. I'm saying this not because I don't care about studies. I'm saying this not because I'm trying to console myself. I'm saying this not because I'm trying to be cool about my grades. In fact, I can't. If I fail, I don't just come out a loser; I don't just tell myself that I'm not cut out for it; I don't just accept the fact and move on.
There's a certain pact that I've signed that forbids this scenario. Something about the money I have to compensate. Something about my future. Something about the pride I've always held on to.
But really, it doesn't matter.
I may lose all that's relatively important, but I know I've done my best in at least trying...
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There's no need to cry, babe.
Sometimes things don't go the way we want it. Sometimes we lose focus of our priorities. Sometimes we don't understand why we didn't fight hard enough.
But most of the time, life goes on.
And in life, everyone's a victor.
Only those that doubted their actions and regret the consequence lose...
